What’s your love story?
A common question we asked couples on the race. One we cherish, fawn over, and soak up. Imagine what it would be like to live out their love story.
As I’m sitting in the back of a pickup truck on Team Rovers last day, I’m feeling awfully nostalgic. Where did it all start? Where did it begin?
The real question is: what’s our love story?
Because the truth of the matter is that this is a story of a team that has fallen madly in love with each other. For me, this love story started on Highland Ave in Redlands, California. I was on a walk around the block with a friend.
“What are you most excited for about training camp?”
“The unknown”
“Are you excited to meet anyone in particular?”
“Actually yeah, Kat. Can we pray for her now?”
Kat, I prayed for you and your story and loved you before we met.
For the rest of the team, it all started in the airport. Matti, Morgan, Paige, and Ashley, had you asked me if I believed in love at first sight before the race, I would have said no. After meeting y’all, yes. What happened in the airport was love at first sight. How this bunch of people were so blessed to be put together, I don’t know. Praise Jesus, Amen (*reggiees Aussie accent*).
Last night, as we huddled on the floor of our castisa, tired, but smart enough to crave these last moments together in this season of life, we asked the following go around question:
What does Rover mean to you?
Words can’t suffice what Rover means to me. If month 1 was learning love, reading books on love, researching definitions of love, month 2 was learning to acknowledge the love of the father, then month 3 was putting that love in practice. Rover is love. And not just a love you can find anywhere. It’s a love that is rich. It’s a love that is as all encompassing as quick sand yet as free as dancing in a meadow of fireflies. It’s a love that craves holding the other in the midst of tears. It has the freedom to be freaking pissed at each other. It’s a love that wants to sleep next to each other even when there’s other options. Its giving the really hard feedback. It’s catering to each other’s love languages. It’s asking and genuinely caring about another’s friends and family. It’s magical. It sparks. It’s electrical. It cannot be contain.
I’ve never grown as much as I have with y’all. I’ve never been as sad and mad and ecstatic as I have with y’all. I’ve laughed so hard that I’ve peed myself. Multiple times. Including last night. Thanks Morgan.
We’re just a bunch of party people that we’re woven together to create a euphoric love.
Rover
a person who spends their time wandering.
“they became rovers who departed further and further from civilization”
